Obokolpo

 Often in my graduation days while roaming around the Rabindra Sadan areas in my free times, I used to feel pity a lot. Pity for the corporate office rats who have come down of their high storied cages for smoking some puffs of life , releasing some smokes of daily stress , or feeding the stomach the minimum it needs to survive the long hours of slogging the brains and backs.  I used to have a great time with myself those days. Someone from a different country made me realize in the beginning of my twenties, that Kolkata isn't only the city of joy, it's very prominently the city of trees. Trees beautify the city so well, even in the areas of high concentration of corporate office buildings and busiest bustles of traffics. I was very fortunate to have my college in the midst of high storied and Banyans and bougainvillea at the same time. Lord Sinha road , the Exide crossing and adjacent lanes serve some of the best tea in the world. Charminar, the fourth cigarette smoked in Ind...